After Max collapsed, Berto had gone back to the console to make sure there wasn't any reason for the incident besides the obvious factor of stress. Kat and Rachel went off to lead Abigail to her room, which of course she would not find satisfactory. This left Jefferson Smith and John Dread to escort the unconscious Max to the medlab via wheelchair. The seemingly interminable walk was filled with maybe one of the most awkward silences ever created…at least for Jeff.
Furious with the way things had gone as it was, the squeaking wheel on the wheelchair and the smug look on Dread's face Jeff knew he wasn't imagining did not help matters. Dread opened hid mouth to say something, and Jeff cringed inwardly. As much as he loathed the silence, he knew he would hate whatever 'words of wisdom' the traitorous man next to him felt obliged to share at the moment.
"So tell me, do all your agents faint so easily?"
Jeff ground his teeth together and refused to say anything. The squeaking wheel seemed to grow louder.
"Well, really," Dread continued on casually, "if I had previously known he went down so easily I would've told him some shocking bit of information before he was done destroying my bases."
"Well it's too late for that now, because he did. They're all gone," Jeff answered with the hint of a smirk.
"Perhaps." Mused Dread. "But that's not because of him."
"Oh really?"
"The destruction of my bases is a result of an employee gone bad. Not a mutated boy."
"What's the employee of the month so angry about?"
Dread was silent for a minute. "That remains to be seen."
Jeff was struggling to find a suitable retort when he was saved by their arrival at N-Tek's medical center, where Dr. Yevshenko quickly ushered them inside.
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Leaving the house half an hour after his roommate had jolted him from sleep, Blaine walked to the curb where his decrepit old Toyota sat on got in. Less than ecstatic to see the pile of pancakes his disgruntled roommate had oh-so-happily stacked on the passenger seat, he shook his head, opened the door, and pushed them out of the car with his foot. His car now stinking of overcooked pancakes, he drove off to where he would learn about this morning's job offer. Some sport supplies company in Del Oro Bay. Unusual, but he'd had weirder meeting places.